She was young, in her early twenties, but had got married a year before to the man she loved a lot. She was happy with her choice. He loved her a lot, made no promises other than being with her through sadness and joy. His choice for a bride had not been accepted by his parents, but he had not considered that at all. She loved him a lot too and did not mind her parent’s objection either. Her ambition had landed her a good job, and they were making the most of opportunities lif had to offer them. When his job called him abroad, she even gave up her job to go settle abroad with him. Their friends called them the perfect couple.
He used to express his love for her a lot during those days. But a month ago, he had started acting strangely. His love seemed to be dwindling and his temper rising for little things. She thought it must be something at work that was affecting him like that, but once when she was outdoors shopping for groceries, she saw him with another woman. She was heartbroken. In the evening that day, he gave her more sadness when he told her he would be sleeping in another room that night. She lay awake thinking that night, and the next day, followed him without his knowledge. Again, she saw him with the other woman. The same thing she saw for ten days. On the tenth day, she wiped her tears and walked back home. That night, the door of the house closed for the last time. When neighbors came to investigate, they saw both of them had committed suicide.
A letter on her bedside read, “I fell in love with you, darling, the first time I met you. I have not loved anyone else after that and my life is only for you. Your love for me seems to be dwindling, and I have seen you with another woman many days now. I only want to see you happy, but I cannot bear to break our marriage with a divorce. I love you too much to break the bond I hold so close to my heart. Without me around, you can marry her and have a happy life. I love you more than life itself, so I leave my life for you. Yours forever…”
“Darling, I love you a lot. I don’t know when that love failed me that I went and made a grievous mistake a month ago. I guess I was under the influence of drink and pressure from friends that I did it. I made love with someone I knew not, and I ended up ruining my life. I found out just a few days back. I’ve been seeing Rachel Trent, my doctor, for ten days now. I’m just not ready to part with you, and even though she told me that there is no way to change what has happened, I kept asking her. You are still young. I love you too much to see you suffer because of my erring ways. I leave my life, for you to have a better one. Yours forever…” said his.
Life is a flower of which love is the honey, so said Victor Hugo once. Theirs was honey so pure, that it was sweet even after the flower was crushed.